Above Destiny

Chapter 422 Ancestors
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If there was someone who dared to dig out what was in Pacquiao's mind at this moment, then the entire sky of Xinquan would probably be filled with endless question marks.

What the hell? What’s going on? Where did this mad dog come from?

Pacquiao was still looking down at the changes on the battlefield from afar, but suddenly he felt a chill on the back of his head.

Everyone was still fighting to the death, and then suddenly this abstract thing with a mixed style jumped out, shouting something like "Don't hurt my father, Lao Deng, die" and rushed over...

It's not very lethal, but it's just too damn scary!
boom!
In the blink of an eye, they were suddenly within reach, and then, an axe, a spear, and two two-handed heavy swords chopped down on his forehead. Not only that, there was also a hand holding a sickle trying to take out his crotch while he was not paying attention, and the last hand pulled out a revolver from the ditch, tilted it in an instant, and emptied the magazine.

All of a sudden, it was as if six people attacked together. The speed and ferocity of the attack, and the brutality and cruelty of the attack were truly eye-opening.

It’s a pity that the rank difference is so huge!
"roll!"

Pacquiao didn't even look back. The hand holding the blood flag was as steady as a rock, and the other hand instantly pulled out the dagger from his waist.

At this moment, he attacked in anger, the scarlet blade wrapped in blood flames, slashing down.

In an instant, blood flames surged and the blow was merciless. The power of a transcendental rank, the experience of thousands of battles and blood, plus the three chains of blessing of crushing with overwhelming force, flaming wind and utter annihilation, in one blow, the axes, spears, double swords, sickles and pistols were all chopped into pieces.

The bullet that was aimed at his vitals didn't even have time to touch him before it evaporated into ashes under the burning of the blood flames.

It is like a torrent of blood, rising up into the sky.

With a casual blow, the sword light that had condensed and collapsed to the extreme had split Tang Qian in half from beginning to end. The violent air waves and aftermath raged forward, cutting through the void and whistling away.

The boiling water of Longjiang River, the muddy shallows and even the rain in the sky suddenly showed a crack. With an angry blow, everything was broken into two wherever the murderous edge passed.

But unfortunately——

Snapped!
The roar was suddenly interrupted by a slight sound, and the falling dagger stopped abruptly.

Just before Tang Qian raised his four hands!
On the blade filled with blood and flames, two pairs of hands suddenly appeared and clamped together at some point!
Empty-handed!
In that brief gap of less than a moment, he easily resolved the tyrannical hostility and sharpness. Not only did he take advantage of the situation and use his own blood and fire to direct the destructive power of the same large group behind him, thus avoiding more than 80% of the damage, but he also used unprecedented strange skills to narrowly grasp the dagger that could destroy mountains and seas.

The price he paid was that his whole body was almost shattered by the brutal impact, and he was instantly covered in blood and wounds. But in just a blink of an eye, he recovered to his original state under the terrifying blood recovery ability of the large group.

And at the moment of clamping the blade, Tang Qian's other two hands had already clenched on his left hand. Amid the flow of spiritual energy, thin scarlet chains formed between the gaps between his ten fingers, entangled with each other, and locked them!

“…It’s a long way off.”

A bored sigh sounded, judging from this.

From the bulging flesh of Tang Qian's neck, an ugly face covered with scars slowly emerged, one eye was already blind. There was no warmth or friendliness at all, the old woman's face was as ferocious as a ghost: "Have the younger generation nowadays fallen to the point where they need help even for this kind of trash?"

Meanwhile, the head of the fourth great-grandfather slowly emerged, and he sighed, "The good move 'Li Juan' was used in such a terrible way. I think this group of people are getting worse with each generation!"

What the hell are you...

Tang Qian and Pacquiao's expressions changed at the same time.

Let’s not talk about Tang Qian who was laughed at by his ancestors, but the moment these two old faces appeared, Pacquiao’s pupils shrank and he couldn’t help but feel creepy!
In his perception, the spiritual fluctuations in the ghost thing's body, which had been fluctuating up and down, suddenly began to grow wildly, explode, and change continuously like a rocket.

And with the rise and fall of the flow of spiritual essence, at the moment when it surged to the peak, a spear wrapped in infinite storms and lightning appeared out of thin air from an arm covered with wrinkles and age spots, and pierced towards his face!

A fierce light flashed in the fourth uncle's turbid eyes, and he looked at him coldly and disdainfully.

——Where did you come from, you chicken and dog? Come and die!

At that moment, Pacquiao didn't care about his status or anything else anymore, he pulled and struggled hard, but the scarlet chain entangled on his left hand blocked his movement and locked it!

The old woman looked at him indifferently, controlling Tang Qian's arm, easily mobilizing the spiritual essence which was insignificant compared to the past. The chains changed, and she easily suppressed the riot of spiritual essence which was ten times more than her own, sealing it for an instant.

Suddenly, the blood flag dissipated.

The spear in Pacquiao's right hand was raised dangerously, against the turbulence of wind and thunder, and collided with the dragon hunting spear. Amid the spreading scarlet aftermath, he finally broke the chain and staggered back!

I don't know how many people are already dumbfounded and can't believe it...

A big hole has appeared on Pacquiao's chest!

The blood and bones were wriggling, slowly and difficultly healing...

"No, can you do it, old man!"

Tang Qian sighed and said sarcastically, "I think Daqun has a bad foundation and was defeated by you old guys... How dare you ask for money?"

"Bullshit! What rank was I in my past? Who are you? If you had been more courageous, would I still be working for you at this age?"

The fourth uncle retorted, but he swung the spear in his hand wildly and pressed forward step by step.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing. You two are almost as much trash anyway. Just commit suicide as soon as possible." The old woman on the other side was also speaking in a sarcastic tone, attacking the two men indiscriminately. The chains in her hands were swirling like snakes, harassing them viciously.

And Pacquiao is in a bad state!

No matter what, he was also a transcendent among the large group of chosen ones. How could he not understand the situation at this moment? It was not like he had never used the inheritance burnt offering before, and he was very good at it, but he had never seen such a scene!
The more he looked at the two ghosts possessing Tang Qian at the moment, the more familiar they looked, and the more something seemed wrong...

Priest?!
How come the priest can speak? Wait, why is the priest changed again? Holy shit, why are there so many priests? !

How come some people’s entire family are the priests?
Pacquiao was completely numb.

There is a cheat! There is a cheat!

With a huge gap in rank, a veteran transcendental chosen one who has traveled all over the world was actually attacked by a reborn one! And he couldn't defeat him in a short time...

Not to mention how tough Daqun's life is, not to mention that the suppression from the same department has no effect, the key point is that this sometimes strong and sometimes weak nerve knife, the fluctuating spiritual energy, is so uncomfortable that it makes people want to vomit blood.

When he was weak, he couldn't break his defense at all, but when he was strong, he was terrified and sweaty. The key was that there was no regularity in the change of strength and weakness, and the refresh of ancestors seemed to depend on his mood. He was almost beheaded by the middle-aged man with dreadlocks who appeared on Tang Qian's back.

There was not even enough time to control the countless zombies on the battlefield.

The only way now is to use the power of the priest to violently expel the priest from the other party!
But when he mobilized the blessing of the Lord of Scars and attacked angrily, the moment the swords clashed, the spirits of both of them suddenly rioted!
Pacquiao's eyes went dark.

In a trance, he seemed to see the shadow behind Tang Qian, and countless strange tablets standing like a mountain. From bottom to top, in the mist of the incense and candles, the words on the tablets were blurred and could not be seen clearly. In this moment of glimpse, he only saw the top of the countless tablets. In front of the rotten and broken tablet, there was a shriveled and broken palm. After who knows how many years, it was still dripping with blood.

But in the palm of his hand, he was tightly grasping a huge ruby ​​that looked like a heart. Every time the ruby's heart beat, the illusion of endless fighting and battles came to his face!

boom!
After the collision, most of the blessings on Tang Qian dissipated instantly, but what made him horrified was that the connection with the Scar Lord suddenly became violently unstable and difficult to maintain.

It even hinted at alienation and disgust.

As if questioning——

What the hell are you doing?
What Pacquiao did just now was completely a case of turning the tables. He used the power of the priest to confront other priests head-on. Any damage caused by this would cause loss of the remaining spiritual power of the Lord of Scars.

Feeling the indifference of the Scar Lord at this moment, Pacquiao could only grit his teeth and swallow his blood. He once again sacrificed several precious scars before he could barely establish a connection.

But at the moment, Tang Qian was only scolded by the priest on his body, and other than that, nothing happened!

For a moment, this disparity in treatment made Pacquiao's heart bleed and tears almost well up.

But after just a few encounters, he had already noticed Tang Qian's crucial weakness.

Instantly, rush forward——

Then, as the spear swept across, Tang Qian screamed and flew into the air!

He kicked out with all his might, sending the unfortunate child flying like a stray dog ​​on the roadside. The child tumbled in the air and flew away like a meteor.

At the same time...

Pacquiao, furious!
Because at the same moment, an even more violent and violent meteor fell from the sky!

After wandering behind the clouds for an unknown amount of time, the Iron Star looked down at the entire battlefield indifferently, looking for any critical moment, until Pacquiao had no time to spare...

——Suddenly, falling!

It made no secret of its existence and actions. The moment it broke through the outermost spiritual blockade imposed by Ji Jue, the Longshan Armor began to overclock under the rough push!
In an instant, it went from quiet to moving, from still as a mountain to moving as thunder!

Amid Lu Feng's wild laughter, Ji Jue's carefully crafted blessed armor rushed down with a reaction and speed several times greater than the previous one.

Ten kilometers, full engine overload propulsion.

At five kilometers, half of the engines were shut down, and engines three and five were put into reverse thrust.

One kilometer away, the scarlet star that fell from the sky had brought with it a storm, broke through the clouds, and enveloped everyone's head, advancing and turning brazenly amid thunder and lightning.

The signature tactical move of the Rongxun Iron Cavalry - the Meteor Maneuver!
The flames exploded, stinging everyone's eyes.

Then came the shock and roar that made the water of Longjiang River boil.

The Longshan armor that fell from the sky fell straight down. With its terrifying mobility that was beyond everyone's expectations and the gravitational potential energy accumulated along the way, it broke through Pacquiao's reaction speed in the blink of an eye and trampled him.

Amid the loud wailing of the ship, the deck collapsed and the cabin exploded.

The meteorite sword that fell from the sky instantly penetrated the outer layer of defense, the inner layer of force field, and even all the defenses that were as thin as paper, falling from the sky.

He landed in the secret ceremony, in front of an old face full of confusion.

A unlucky guy who was standing on his feet was smashed to death on the spot, and blood splattered.

"Varied……"

Under the cover of the pirate ships, the reborn Chosen One of the Heart Pivot in the secret ritual was still trying his best to blow his broken flute and had no time to react.

The moment he raised his head, he saw the ferocious smile above the burning red armor.

stunned.

I opened my mouth subconsciously, wanting to shout.

"Hey, you busy?"

Lu Feng greeted politely, raised his hand, and thrust the Pan Ying in his hand into the open mouth. He slid it downwards, and it split in half from head to tail like a hot knife cutting wax.

Crisp and neat.

The poisonous heart ring flashed, swallowing up the mental shock.

Then, he threw the grenade in his other hand, which instantly exploded into a handful of diffuse mercury. After the mercury vapor instantly swallowed up the instinctive mental shock, it collapsed inwards.

Solid Alchemy Blockade.

Along with the souls that had not yet dissipated and the corpses that had not yet had time to spurt blood, they were completely sealed and locked away.

The preservation work is completed.

Then, in the instant before everyone else could react to what was happening, the corpse sealed in mercury had been fished out and soared into the sky again!

By the time Pacquiao realized what was happening, he had already run two miles!
(End of this chapter)